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True Poetry
I start writing phrases

That mean nothing to me

I try rhyming the words

But is it poetry

Speaking, rhyming

Easy enough

But true poetry

Now that's tough

People say

Its all in the rhyming

Its all in the timing

But in your soul you need to start finding

Write what you will

But will what you write

Have each word reflect your life

We need to rhyme with our souls
  The Last Thing
Blood. Fresh Blood. Warm Fresh Blood, trickling into my mouth down my throat. Oh the taste sweet, salty, tart. I must kill, this insanity can end; will end if I just, just kill. NO I made a vow never to become what my maker was, a killer. But blood is so ... so.... tasty. NO. NO killing. NO blood. A young girl walks by in jeans and a too-small tank top her hair is pulled up into a ponytail and she isn't wearing any necklaces. Such a lovely neck if only I could take a nibble, no one would notice I, we could pretend to mug her take both a nibble and her purse, no one would no the difference. Oh God whose idea was it to take a walk? There is so much lovely, NO, not lovely blood out here. Oh yes it was my idea the insanity must really be hurting my judgment. An evil smile creeps over my face, I've lost control. Suddenly I grab a teenage girl kiss her roughly on the lips then clamp my jaws down on her neck, draining her in seconds. I realize what I have done. I stand there holding her dead lifeless body, thinking that this should have been my fate, death not immortality. It seems to be hours before I decide what to do I'll turn myself in. the police will kill me, the act I've never been able to do. I drop her body and walk away, it really has been hours. There it is, the sunrise, the sun is the last thing I'll ever see. Dust. Peace.

I don't know what to put here so Im telling you that.
  Height Rant Height I'm 5'8. Even though I'm tall I have this major major major height complex. I think it's from the fact that everyone on my mothers side of the family is taller than me.(not counting those younger than me or my grandma because even though she is 5'6 now she used to be 5'10 or my cousin Chad because he is only 6 months older than me and he is catching up height wise too) My cousin Heather got married on October 4th 2002 to JP I like him a lot I mean he is a nice guy but he is 6'8 6'8! that is a full FULL FOOT TALLER THAN ME. Whoa sorry but try slow dancing with someone a full foot taller than you its rather awkward. I recently bought myself 2 pairs of shoes with 4 inch soles/heels hey if I can't actually be 6 foot I can pretend right? Sorry but I did warn you that I had a major height complex. (this will probably go on Katie's rant web page Ill have to sent this to her)God I scare my self sometimes

"When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other." --Eric Hoffer

 


Mystery
You are the mystery woman
"It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others." --John Andrew Holmes


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